promontory mister. it was a stillness day. breathing, breathing. after martin luther king  no one wants to go to work. everybody knows where capitalism is going, where it is. this nowhere is a place. every body wants to stay. everybody wants peace and quiet. no sirens. the trains rest. little white breaths going up to join their mother clouds. mister stopping by each person introducing himself. a kid comes by, quietly asking, may i pet your dog, holding a bubble wand, his mom a bottle of blue water. i say, you were making snow angels blowing bubbles? yes, he smiles. thank you. and thank you. mister wagging. we continue to the point and return.